Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Steak
Plastic smiles
On a wax face,
A thousand shivers
Through each vertebrae,
The seams of my heart
Split and rip until
Only a thread
Keeps it together.
I am enigmatic,
Able to take the
Broken pieces and
Make art out of
Tatters and lies;
Able to pretend a
Fabrication to make
It real; able to dine
In sorrow while everyone has steak.
11-23-09
On a wax face,
A thousand shivers
Through each vertebrae,
The seams of my heart
Split and rip until
Only a thread
Keeps it together.
I am enigmatic,
Able to take the
Broken pieces and
Make art out of
Tatters and lies;
Able to pretend a
Fabrication to make
It real; able to dine
In sorrow while everyone has steak.
11-23-09
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